“The genius of Hannah’s domestic thrillers – along with the twistiest plots known to woman – is that she creates ordinary people whose psychological quirks make them as monstrous as any serial killer.” | The Guardian
In 2013, Sophie’s novel The Carrier won the Crime Thriller of the Year Award at the Specsavers National Book Awards. Two of her crime novels, The Point of Rescue and The Other Half Lives have been adapted for television and appeared on ITV under the series title Case Sensitive in 2011 and 2012.
Sophie has also published two short story collections and five collections of poetry – the fifth of which, Pessimism for Beginners, was shortlisted for the T S Eliot Award. Her poetry is studied at GCSE, A Level and degree level across the UK. From 1997 to 1999 she was Fellow Commoner in Creative Arts at Trinity College Cambridge and between 1999 and 2001 she was a fellow of Wolfson College, Oxford. She is forty-five and lives with her husband, children and dog in Cambridge, where she is a Fellow Commoner at Lucy Cavendish College.
Sophie’s next Poirot novel will be published on August 23.
The Mystery of Three Quarters
Returning home after lunch one day, Hercule Poirot finds an angry woman waiting outside his front door. She demands to know why Poirot has sent her a letter accusing her of the murder of Barnabas Pandy, a man she has neither heard of nor ever met.
Poirot has also never heard of a Barnabas Pandy, and has accused nobody of murder. Shaken, he goes inside, only to find that he has a visitor waiting for him — a man who also claims also to have received a letter from Poirot that morning, accusing him of the murder of Barnabas Pandy…
Poirot wonders how many more letters of this sort have been sent in his name. Who sent them, and why? More importantly, who is Barnabas Pandy, is he dead, and, if so, was he murdered? And can Poirot find out the answers without putting more lives in danger?
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SOPHIE IS CURRENTLY WORKING ON…
All Hilary has to do is drive her son to his Under-14s away match, watch him play, and bring him home. Just because she knows her ex-best friend lives near the football ground, that doesn’t mean she has to drive past her house and try to catch a glimpse of her. Why would Hilary do that, and risk dredging up painful memories? She hasn’t seen Flora for eleven years. She doesn’t want to see her today, or ever again.
But she can’t resist.
She parks outside the open gates of Newlands House, watches from across the road as Flora and her children Thomas and Emily step out of the car. Except…
There’s something wrong. Terribly wrong.
Flora looks the same, only a decade older. As Hilary would have expected.
It’s the children. There’s something wrong with the children. Eleven years ago, Thomas and Emily were seven and five years old. Today, they look precisely as they did then, more than a decade ago. They are still seven and five years old. They are Thomas and Emily without a doubt – Hilary hears Flora call them by their names – but they haven’t changed at all. They are no taller, no older…
Why haven’t they grown?